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Kai's face burned. Not like a warm blush, but the full-body melt of social suicide. They'd brought their childhood comfort object to school by mistake—that small, threadbare bear w...
Maya walked through sophomore hall like a pro—eyes glazed, body on autopilot, soul somewhere else entirely. At 16, she'd perfected zombie mode. Not the Apocalypse kind (she'd binge...
Maya stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the ridiculous fedora her mom had bought her. "retro is in, honey!" she'd said, but Maya knew better. Nothing said 'I'm trying too hard...
Maya's older sister called it the pyramid of popularity—freshmen at the bottom, seniors at the top, and everyone else desperately climbing somewhere in the middle. Maya, barely fif...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, running gel through her curl-defying hair for the third time that morning. First day of sophomore year, and she'd already spen...
The humidity was already a solid wall by 2 PM, the kind that makes your hair frizz no matter how much product you layer on. I was stuck at Sarah's pool party, nursing a warm lemona...
Maya's first house-sitting gig wasn't supposed to be this chaotic. The Mitchells' golden **goldfish**, Bubbles, kept doing weird backflips, and their elderly **cat**, Mr. Whiskers,...
Maya's cousin said papaya tasted like "vomit sunshine" but Maya actually loved it. She stood in the cafeteria, desperately peeling the exotic fruit her mom packed, while the baseba...
The vitamin D supplements sat on Maya's nightstand, a promised cure for the perpetual exhaustion of sophomore year. Another late night, another DOOM scroll through Instagram until ...
Maya's palms were sweating through her batting gloves. Varsity baseball tryouts, sophomore year. If she didn't make the cut this time, her dad would give her that disappointed look...
The papaya-colored snapback sat on my head like a neon sign advertising my desperation. Maya's pool party. The social event of the summer. And here I was, fifteen years old, wearin...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from the group chat. "U coming to Kayla's party? Everyone's gonna be there." She stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Last...